To my Pillow!

My dearest pillow,

Thank you for being there with me when no one else was. You are the sole witness of every emotion I have been through, every heartbreak I have dealt and every love story I weaved. I know, you would be bored of me, but you dare not leave me alone, because you know how I need you at the night when my demons stain my soul into hues of dark and how desperately I need you to be there until they are gone. Thank you for carrying the touch of love when I miss my mom and dad and I hug you. Thank you for every sadness you soaked with my tears and made me realize, how strong I am even though I am alone. Remember that day, when I told you about that girl, the girl I like and how I like to spend my time with her , well, thank you for keeping my best secrets. I am glad that you don’t bias on the basis of gender, all those facebook posts of girls crying and hugging their pillow made me wonder why should only girls have right over you, why not boys like us , though I won’t confess it to the world that I like to hug you whenever I am sad or happy , you make me feel good whenever I miss someone dearly , I apologize for that, I guess you will understand, you did, every time. I dedicate this heartfelt letter to you and your unreturnable favors. Thank you very much and always stay with me.

With love,
The boy who hugs you every night.

Darkness

As I loitered around those empty lanes ,
As I was lost in those silent boulevards,
I felt someone ,
I felt strange.
It came tip-toedly
and so quitefully,
it grasped me from behind,
it blocked me from every direction.
I kept on trying to get away with it,
I kept on fighting to loosen its grip.
Then, something about it strike my mind
many things about it intrigued my heart,
I felt he was no stranger,
a feeling of familiarity gushed in through my mind,
while it was tightening its grip,
I was pondering over countless options of who could it be.
It somewhat resembled my soul,
dark and so peaceful
but with some hues of blue
it was just like me
it carried something, which I carry with me.
And while I thought, he grasped,
finally revealing itself to be night,
dark with the tinge of blue,
black imbued with sorrows
so peaceful , yet so plundering,
so quiet , thus so thoughtful.
Then, night wrapped itself completely over my soul,
until they become one,
and at that moment, it felt soothing,
I felt powerful.
It gifted me with myriad of vivid thoughts,
I knew thoughts were my power,
And then, everything changed,
except the darkness.